Clean-up Part III

The next day, I was back in the office. It was business as usual. I was at the desk working some new signage. Lardass was out in the landfill area. He had finished up the major bulldozing job that he'd been working on all night, and now he was keeping an eye on some Feds with a warrant who were poking around the compost area.

George was on break, reading the paper. He looked up, "Hey you know that kid who took the video? His house burned down. Tragic - the whole family was reduced to cinders. Freakin' bad luck or what?" Shaking his head in pity.

I got the feeling he suspected something. He is suspicious of everything that happens. I was tempted to give him a hint about the goings-on, but decided to let it go. George didn't need to be dragged into this thing. He has his own problems.

The truth is, the kid and his family are living safely in Tucson, Arizona. Ok, I admit that it was my doing. I had called my old friend, Harvey, who I call the "Eradicator." Harvey runs what he calls a "Witness Dislocation Service." His clients pay for the subjects to be involuntarily moved to a place where they cannot testify against the client. Harvey is very convincing. Without actually harming them, he threatens the subjects into abject silence, provides them with a new identity and poof - they disappear. (At least that's how he explained it to me.)

I went outside to post the new "No Video Photography" signs. As I arrived at the compost area one of the Feds yelled "Lucy, you've got some 'splainin' to do!"

He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, holding up what looked like a human femur.

"Hah. That's easy. This is where we dump all the road kill." I checked the bone carefully. "Yep, this here is a moose leg."
"Ah," said the young Fed. "That makes sense." He tossed the piece of bone back on the pile.

"Hey, you guys want some coffee? You know, I got Krispy Kremes in the office." I pointed in the direction of the Cobb shack that we call the office.
"Ok " said the old Fed, "This place looks clean. False alarm I guess. Let's get out off the fuckin' cold."
They started for the office, and I waved off LA, who was hidden in a nearby grassy knoll with his sniper rifle - ready to clean-up any problems that might arise.